Biscuits For Smut Lyrics - Betty - Helmet

Served up in the backyard 

Cooked too long on high 

Flying out the window 

Even dogs have passed them by 

Didn't know she was tied up 

Better fed than forced 

Time to meet the protagonist, boy 

He never showed remorse 

Choking on the one thing 

His tongue had gotten too fat 

A barely walking dead man 

Seemed to know where he was at 

Drive himself to the airport 

Getting out of here 

Overworking the small town 

The law couldn't get too near 

Come on smut 

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